May sunshine is warm, welcome and hopefully a foretaste of things to come in Summer. May downpours just hark back to Winter and its cold, dark days. Today we have had the slightest smidgin of the former and a whole lot of the latter. It has been raining since around three this afternoon (luckily I got a good walk round with Tess in before the rain came) and when I say raining I actually meaning pouring. She just asked if we were going on another walk. I opened the front door, she stuck her head out and then went and got into her basket. Yes, it is not even fit to turn a dog out.
Coffee this morning with friends in town and then our fortnightly 'lunch and chat' - a dozen of us. Today the menu was quiche, new potatoes and salad followed by rhubarb pie and custard or jam sponge and custard. When I had taken Tess for a walk I had an hour on the telephone with H M R C - three quarters of it listening to music until my turn came. A lovely lady came on - a tax accountant - with such a strong Scottish accent I struggled to hear what she was saying. We decided between us that things would be better left to my accountant. It really is no fun getting too old to deal with things like this but I have to face the fact that it is all too complicated for me to deal with.
I think everyone is getting thoroughly fed up with the weather and we all need some warm days to begin to feel better. I sent away for some shoes and they came today - not at all glamorous but jolly comfortable (I never thought I would hear myself say such a thing). Gloves on my feet as I write this.
Ah well, cheer up everybody. At least our gardens are happy.